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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Really? Has it been 2 weeks since Grandy showed her face (or shall I say her urinal) on this blog? My my my... Grandy must get better at such things. She has missed you all.

Grandy has been busy sounding like a broken record lately. I thought about posting an apology, but then...blech...why bother. You get it.

As I thought about what I might say in my apology post, I was reminded that I had some great words of sorrow from the dear folks at Hallmark. It's true, that there truly is a card for everything.

Check out these beautiful sentiments...

My tire was thumping. I thought it was flat When I looked at the tire... I noticed your cat. Sorry!

Heard your wife left you, How upset you must be. But don't fret about it... She moved in with me.

Congratulations on your promotion. Before you go... Would you like to take this knife out of my back? You'll probably need it again. So your daughter's a hooker, and it spoiled your day. Look at the bright side, it's really good payOh yeah folks...THAT is a bad day at Hallmark. However, it's things like this that give Grandy good material...and great giggles.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

As I sit here, on a Sunday night dreading my week ahead of me with my job, I'm reminded of my many dear friends and colleagues out there that maybe don't have a job to go to tomorrow, or the next day, or even next week.

Grandy-land went through this struggle ourselves over the last year, and it's NOT fun. I didn't write about this at the time, because it was something so painfully close to my heart over the last year, that it wasn't until now that I could even express it.

Last year, on my birthday, my husband's truck broke. As an owner-operator truck driver, who works very hard to keep things moving on the road, it was devastating for him...and for us. After 10 months of struggles, he began a job working for someone, in a different field. It's not what he WANTS to do, but he does it to help the family.

Since that time, several of my friends have also lost their jobs. I have witnessed many bloggers struggle with their own battles of employement (or lack thereof) as well as their spouses. It's everywhere, and it's not something that is easy for me to talk about.

I KNOW...Grandy, at a loss for words? Wonder where I've been in the bloggy world lately?

Well, although our personal situation is going to get better, we have many friends who continue their struggle. And this blog post is for them. You are not forgotten. I know that you put your heart out there with every resume submission, every job interview, and with every call. It is crushing to not get the job.

Many of you became unemployed only because your position was eliminated, not because you were incapable of doing your job. And yet now you go to all these interviews with many others in the same boat.

What makes it harder for you?

The lack of response.The path of hope you go down, only to be headed off at the pass.The uncertainty of how long you can keep trying.The worse uncertainty of how long this will last.

Please know that those of us with the jobs have not forgotten or forsaken you. When layoffs happen, there is often a lot more work piled on those left behind, and nobody feels they can complain.

To my dear friend who inspried this post...know how much I want you to find something soon, and we are cheering for you. You're doing everything you can to stay positive. I get it.

Hang in there everybody. There has to be a light at the end of the tunnel. I can't control the economy, or even pretend I know what each of you is feeling, but I hope you know that there are those of us out there that "get it" and truly want the best for you.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Well, I have promised a friend I would write a "special" letter for him here, and I will do that tomorrow. Please stay tuned Bulldog...and bare with me.

Last two weeks have been crazy with work, taxes, work, scout crap, work, family stuff...and work. Right now I'm working on getting things caught up in my life, in my home, and on my blog. Grandy is rebounding folks.

In the meantime...this picture sort of metaphorically represents how things have been going in my life. But, as with anything else, through chaos comes order. Or something like that.